The Shed

You can get in, but you'll never get out
Bubba is gonna get you, and your insides out!
He is gonna strip your skin, and deflesh your bones
Hanging on a meathook, while you scream and moan
He will chop you to pieces, and he'll saw you in half
And when all the work is done, he will wear your face
There will be no more pain
you will make no more soun
All of you that is left
will be decorating the shed!